That fragrance was familiar;
It was the same one you wore.
Reinitializes thoughts of you more.
It's funny how we make associations;
Thoughts are humor.
I was hoping you'd be back sooner.
I just need a few more
Couple of minutes of your time.
At least two more.
What should I do more
To be around you more?
The heat can cool more.
Why should I beef with you for?
Although my heart you tore,
I regret the tears I made you pour.
Trust - I just wasn't too sure.
We fell from our high cloud,
I'm bruised, but are you sore?
Life may have opened a new door,
But I haven't went through nor
Have I purchased shoes for
Transitioning; I'm too poor.
I'll try the new store.
I've got to leave now;
I've been accumulating hope,
Don't know who for.
I need to pick and choose more,
And try not to bore.
You were the one I loved to core,
That is why three strikes led to four.
Wish I had called you my boo more.
I love you. Try to love Lu more!


-              LUMARVENS ALEXANDER
poet, author
SATURN: Fantasy Poetry